A/N- This chapter is rated M! Here's some smutty goodness for those who are still reading. I am trying to update more regularly! Let me know what you think in your reviews.

Before he could react, Mac pulled Mal to her by his shirtfront and captured him in a sultry kiss, urging him to part his lips with her tongue. He grabbed her forearms with the intent to loosen her grip, then lust kicked in. For a moment he surrounded himself with the smell and taste of her. Her body was soft and warm next to his, her soft lips caressing his own. Mac's hands slowly slid into Mal's short crop of hair, her short nails gently massaging his scalp. By their own volition, Mal's hands move to circle Mac's waist, gently pulling her close. They lost themselves in the moment-tasting, feeling, wanting what they've both been missing for far too long. When his self-preservation alarm kicked in, Mal gently pushed her away. They stared into each other's eyes, neither one able to speak.

Mac could see desire and wariness warring with each other in Mal's cerulean eyes. Mal knew he didn't want to get involved with this woman, but the connection he felt to her was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Mac bit her bottom lip, her green eyes filled with uncertainty. The innocence of it undid him, and the final knot in his stomach released.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, his mouth claiming hers in a hot, blazing kiss. They plundered each other's mouths; tongues penetrating, teeth nipping. He began trailing kisses down her neck, stopping at the sensitive spot just below her ear and biting the sensitive flesh. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she let out a choked moan that carried his name. Mal chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. His ministrations were making her hot and wet at her core at the thought of things to come.

Mac's fingers quickly searched out the buttons on his shirt, trying to get them open. "Screw it!" she exclaimed and wrenched the shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the room. Mal looked down at his ruined shirt and arched an eyebrow at her. She was too busy pulling off her borrowed shirt to notice. He hardened at the sight of her full, round breasts and how her nipples reacted to the coolness of the room. He leaned in and closed his mouth over one nipple, drawing it in slowly. He sucked gently, while he used his tongue to gently flick at her pebbled nipple. She moaned desperately as she bucked against him, grabbing his hair with both hands, holding him to her breast. His hands began to stroke her back, his mouth moving to her other breast.

"Mal…" she panted, desperately trying to get to his pants. He let out a muffled groan against her breast when she opened his fly and took hold of him, sliding her slick palm slowly down his length. Her rhythm began to speed up, causing him to release her nipple and let out a groan. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist and hoarsely whispered "We have all night, no sense in rushin' things." He led her to the cot and eased her onto her back. He slid her pants and boots slowly off; placing his hands under her lush bottom.

Mal pulled her to the edge of the cot, kneeling in between her legs. A feral smile creeping across his lips when saw how wet she was for him. He leaned down and ran his tongue up the length of her sex and she moaned his name. He licked her with slow, shallow strokes, nibbling on her clit with blunt teeth. Mac bucked her hips up, desperate for more, but Mal place his hands on her stomach to keep her hips down. "Oh yes, please yes!" She cried out. He slid two fingers into her and began to stroke her fast and deep, curling them slightly to find the certain spot and within a few moments she came violently, her hands finding purchase in the blankets of the cot, her hips bucking wildly. Mac felt like the world had stopped as wave upon endless wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

While she was still coming down from her bliss, Mal stood up and grabbed the backs of her thighs. They both moaned simultaneously as he slowly entered her, and then eased back in, helping her adjust to his size. He had been prepared for how wet she was, but he hadn't been prepared for how tight she was. As he pulled back again, he honestly felt like he was being sucked back into her. "Oh God!" She's so tight and hot, Mal fears he won't last long. He stills for a moment and Mac moans in protest.

He looks down at her face, all swollen lips and heavily lidded eyes, and it stirs something primal inside of him. Without warning he buries himself in her to the hilt. She cries out as he begins to thrust hard and fast, alternating his speed with a few extra deep thrusts that make her scream. Every brush of his thrusts sends spikes of pleasure to her clit, her pleasure building again. Mal leans forward as Mac grabs his ass and he's pushing deeper, reaching a place inside her no one's touched before.

Mac bucked upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. Mal felt her writhing under him and gathered her into his arms, never pulling himself out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and let him pin her against the wall of his bunk. Their faces were only inches apart and she pulled his mouth against hers, biting his lower lip as he slammed into her over and over.

She felt a slow, warm burn begin in her center and moaned against his mouth. As her third orgasm hit, she tilted her head back and cries his name. It was as if stars exploded in her eyelids and she felt slightly dizzy from the release. The sound of her pleasure pushes him over the edge and he releases himself into her, soaking her womb with his release. He went weak in the knees and sagged against her, resting his head on her chest. They stood there for some time, struggling to catch their breath. Mac was nuzzling her nose into Mal's hair, her fingers lazily stroking his back. Holding Mac in a warm embrace, he did not want to let go.